She pulled the clip out of her hair, took off her socks, and put on face cream.
She brushed her teeth, had a glass of water, and took her nightly dose of pills.
She laid down in her bed, folded the covers, and closed her eyes.
She didn’t dream, she didn’t think, she didn’t desire.
She woke, drank coffee, and got in the car.
She was robotic, she was lifeless, and she was carefree.
She sounds like me.
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